The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 314 Luck backfires
"Who is he? Is he an ancient antique from eternity? Why is he hiding in the Niwan Palace of the White-robed Soldier Immortal Chen Zhibao? Is he trying to take over his body?"

"The power of God is like a prison, the grace of God is like the sea, and even the punishment from Heaven can come at any time. It must be a god from ancient mythology. City Lord Shen and his men are finished. How can a mortal kill a god?"

"This place is ominous. Accidents keep happening one after another. Even City Lord Shen, who is as bright as the sun, can't suppress them. We'd better pack up and run away!"

Dozens of miles away, everyone was looking at the phantom of the god that stretched between heaven and earth. The towering body and the suppression of lower life by higher life were hard to look at.

Many weak-minded people in the martial arts world prostrated themselves on the ground, praying for forgiveness from the gods, and many people gloated over Shen Yuanliang's misfortune.

The Green Emperor.

"What should we do when the immortal gods come to the world?"

Looking at the precarious Shen Yuanliang, Huang Rong clenched her fists tightly, her face pale and anxious.

The gap is too big. Even if the "Green Emperor" has just awakened and revived from the skeleton of his reincarnated body, his remaining strength is not comparable to that of a martial arts master in the realm of immortality.

"Crash into it!"

With both hands on the side of the boat, Li Wan'er looked at the weak Abyss Demon Vine and immediately made up her mind. She pressed the switch with a "click" and the Qingdi rushed straight forward under her command.

Compared with the fifty-thousand-foot-tall phantom of the god, the Qingdi ancient ship, which is several hundred feet in size, looks like an egg hitting a stone.

"call out!"

Like an arrow shot from a bow, the Qingdi started running at full power. The azure flames burned the dry and cold air, causing the space to distort and the vital energy in the body to become turbulent.

In an instant, with a loud "bang", the Qingdi hit the ankle of the divine shadow.

The power of the acquired spiritual treasure cannot be underestimated. Under the extreme explosive force, the phantom of the god staggered and almost fell to the ground, with countless silver lights fluttering.

"It works. Keep hitting."

Seeing that it worked, Li Wan'er operated the Qingdi ancient ship to turn around again, and with the courage to burn her boats, she moved forward courageously.

"Yulin Guards!"

On the muddy yellow sand, Lin Pingzhi was encouraged by this. He pulled down his visor, waved the sword in his hand, and thousands of horses galloped. The "Abyss Demon Vine" Dharma image and the Abyss Demon Vine in the sky complemented each other.

One plus one is greater than two, the two influence each other, barely catching the thunder in the sky and buying Shen Yuanliang a chance to catch his breath.

"What should I do? Its combat power is at least 100,000, and my combat power is only 8,000 at most. The gap is too big."

Turning the jade ring in his hand, Shen Yuanliang's mind was like a storm, with sparks of thoughts colliding violently, trying to find the key to breaking the deadlock.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his smooth forehead. Shen Yuanliang held his breath and concentrated. Wisps of smoke came out from the top of his head. This was a sign of CPU overload.

"Boom!"

Shen Yuanliang snapped his fingers: "Got it, I've figured out a way."

"Buzz!"

The Seal of the Green Emperor emitting a hazy green light appeared on his palm. Shen Yuanliang used up the purple energy and golden lotus that had not yet warmed up, and added tremendous power to the Seal of the Green Emperor.

The Seal of the Green Emperor represents Shen Yuanliang's identity, and is also a magical treasure of luck that can suppress thousands of fortunes.

Shen Yuanliang adopted the despicable tactic of "killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of his own", using the Seal of the Green Emperor as a medium and using his own luck to dissipate the luck of the phantom god.

After a cup of tea, the previously majestic shadow of the god now had a dark and cloudy forehead, and the already thin luck was gone.

"Boom!" Having lost the protection of luck, the phantom of the god who had committed countless crimes and killed countless evils was directly exposed to the way of heaven. A pitch-black ominousness spread over him, comparable to the squid ink in the deep sea.

"Give me my life, give me your life."

"I have lived an honest life, farming and studying, passing down my family tradition. As a god, why did you deliberately stir up chaos and massacre innocent people like me?"

"I curse you. One day you will fall from the throne of God and fall into the endless hell."

The curse of the people sounded in the heart of the phantom god. It was the unwilling resentment of countless people before their death, or it could be said to be an injustice.

In the past, under the protection of people with great luck, the shadow of the god lurked in the depths of the soul of the Dafeng Emperor and the white-clothed soldier Chen Zhibao, temporarily suppressing thousands of sins. But now it has been detonated by Shen Yuanliang.

"Damn mortal."

Covering his head with his hands, which was suffering from a splitting headache, the shadow of the god screamed continuously, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his flesh and blood, making him feel numb and tingling.

Time passed slowly, and the dark, thick "ink" quickly infected its huge body. Its limbs and bones were covered with blue and black spots, which looked very ugly.

Affected by this, the strength of the divine shadow regressed from a half-step immortal golden immortal to the realm of gods and demons, that is, a pure yang true immortal, a sixth-level cultivator.

"Shh!"

A flash of sword light accompanied by wind and thunder flashed, and the proud head of the god's phantom fell on the yellow sand, and drops of blood and tears flowed from his unwilling eyes.

"I am a man of great fortune, how could this happen?"

His mouth opened and closed unconsciously, and the shadow of the god suddenly smiled strangely: "Shen Yuanliang, I'm waiting for you. My today is your tomorrow."

As the Green Emperor of the fairyland, he is a cultivator of the seventh realm. However, in order to achieve eternal immortality and to live longer, the phantom of the god personally takes action to fish for the fortune of the human world.

However, after the great changes in heaven and earth, the shadow of the god suffered severe damage and had to hide in the depths of Chen Zhibao's soul to survive. His era was finally over.

"There is gain and loss, the world is a cycle of cause and effect. You want to grab the fortune but don't work for the welfare of the people. You deserve this."

Shen Yuanliang stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm. If he could gather good luck while governing the people well and bring eternal peace, how could his good luck backfire?

As for the curse spoken by the phantom of the god, Shen Yuanliang knew what he wanted to say. The power of the Green Emperor was not so easy to take, and one day someone would settle accounts with him.

"you……"

Hearing Shen Yuanliang's heart-piercing words, the shadow of the god was stunned for a moment, and recalled in his mind the "evil things" he had done in the past in order to seize good fortune.

Countless evil spirits swarmed in, baring their fangs and claws, trying to devour his flesh and blood, and his soul. Amidst endless wailing, the life of the god's phantom came to an abrupt end.

[Ding! You killed the Green Emperor of a world and intercepted a portion of the world's origin! ]

"The origin of the world?"

Hearing the prompt sound coming from his ear, Shen Yuanliang's mouth corners slightly raised and a smile appeared on his face.

Whether it is luck or merit, they are actually the evolution of the origin of the world. One portion of the origin of the world is equivalent to one thousand portions of purple luck. He, who had an empty pocket just now, became rich overnight.

"Brother Yuanliang."

Li Wan'er, covered in blood and looking a little disheveled, ran over, grabbed Shen Yuanliang's sleeve, looked him up and down, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was safe and sound.

The soft and tender hair slapped the snow-white chest, trembling.

(End of this chapter)